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“I’m not telling you a damn thing until you take this gag out of my mouth!”
His eyes flash a deeper red, but he smirks outright. “And have you turn me into a toad? I think not, enchantress. Better that I take you with me to meet the other vampire masters perhaps?”
“Summon Devora! If she sanctions this, and I hear it for myself, then, and only then, will I take you to my sisters.”
He clearly doesn’t believe a word that I’ve said.
The vampire master stalks so close that any semblance of personal space is obliterated before caging me to the wall with his powerful strength. The warmth of his breath sends forbidden shivers of desire down the length of my spine as he whispers into the sensitive shell of my ear. “You don’t make the rules any longer, understand? Now tell me what I want to know.”
My body stills as his lips sear a streak of heat from my ear down the length of my exposed neck, settling on the pulse that beats right below the skin. I should push him away, do something; instead, my mind swirls with the thought of what he could do with the fangs that gently graze the side of my throat, filling me with fear and anticipation at the very same time.
Finally, common sense kicks in, but again, he’s too fast for me. “You had your chance, enchantress; now you’re coming with me.”
My blood boils with rage.Devora will send the wrath of every witch in our coven down on you, vampire!
He smirks, and I know he understands every single word that crosses my mind as if I’d spoken them aloud. “I’ve already told you—Devora sanctioned it. If you want to summon her, do it with the little bauble hanging around your neck. Don’t think for a minute I’m letting you out of those ties until you’ve taken me to the witches; that is, if you want to see your friends again.”
My eyes widen with fear. Maybe I’ve pushed him too far. Besides, the witches made their own bed defecting from the academy and joining Isala. Even the witches at the academy believe they’re working with the rogues who plan to overthrow all the factions and take over the underworld. Why am I risking my life and that of my friends to save witches who aren’t loyal to us?”Please don’t hurt my friends. I’ll take you where the rogue witches are, but you have to promise me that you won’t hurt my friends.
Campania’s eyes narrow. “We’re wasting time. Your friends would be in the comfort of their own beds if you had told me the truth the first time.” He takes hold of the cable tie that secures my wrists together and keeps me from slipping a hand into my pocket to get my wand. If I float it with my eyes, he may cause me to lose my concentration, and then the wand would be lost. I swallow past my anxiety and thoughts of a last-minute escape in exchange for waiting for a more opportune time to attack the vampire who thinks he’s far superior to me.
The risk of him hurting my friends is too great right now. I’ll bide my time and do what he asks for now; at least until he trusts me. Once I’m free, the pureblood isn’t going to know what—or who—hit him from behind. He’ll see then who’s making the rules!
My stylish shortie boots with ankle straps click on the hard surface as we descend the steps to a sports car sitting at the front of my garage. He leads me to the passenger side and assists me in. He reaches over to fasten my seatbelt, and his entire body is so close that I can smell the musky scent of his aftershave and the fresh minty scent of his toothpaste. The same ones I could smell when he held me against that wall.
My nipples pebble under the thin bodice. His watchful eyes don’t miss a thing and glow red around the rims as he notices my arousal. His hand brushes my waist as he buckles me into the front passenger seat. His breath whispers against the sensitive shell of my ear, sending goose bumps down the length of my arms. “There’s no escaping for you now.”
Campania settles into the driver’s seat and buckles himself, his driver nowhere to be seen. He turns to me. “Where to, and no tricks. There’s no time to waste, understand?”
I glare at him from behind the ball of a sock that effectively cuts off any chance of talking or placing one of the worst curses I can conjure on his ass without giving my real plans away.
The powerful vampire keeps his eyes on the windy road ahead of us until he reaches the bottom of the hill. I don’t know how he expects me to speak, but I’m sure he knows exactly what I’m thinking. This pureblood has more telepathic skills than most of the witches I know. As if proving my point, he suddenly pulls to the side of the road and gets his cell phone out of his pocket and connects with someone on the other end. “Do you have the witches settled?”
Campania pauses for a moment while someone on the other end speaks, but it’s far too low for me to make out what they’re saying. He turns to me but speaks into the phone. “I’m going to take the gag out of Willow’s mouth.” I still can’t make out what the voices on the other end are saying, but now they are wildly animated. He closes his eyes as if to ward off all of their rant.
I can’t help but gloat and give him a half smile. His friends are afraid of what the evil little witch will do to him once he takes these socks out of my mouth. Good! Let them think about all the things I could do to him and the rotten pureblood bastards who took my friends.
He taps his finger on the steering wheel. “Tell Raven what I want to do and have her meet me at the Descallia parking lot. We need to find the other witches, and I’m done playing games.”
My eyes widen in shock. Damn it all to hell! Seriously, the vampire is going to use Devora’s own niece, Raven, against me. Maybe he doesn’t know that she’s not the best with hexes and curses. Only taught sorcery at the academy a short time before she succumbed to the charms of that vampire master who lives on the other side of the school in Romania and works with him.
He glances at the dash. “Perfect. We’ll meet Raven there in about fifteen minutes.” He turns the car toward the side of town where one of Overmaster Descallia’s national clubs is located.
My chest heaves with indignation and more than a little fear not knowing Devora’s full involvement with the vampires, or that of her niece, only what I’ve heard about Raven. And nothing about that is good. A witch who turned her back on her sister coven, including her aunt. Instead of helping us, she shacks up with the same vampire master who’s trying to buy up all the land around the academy in Romania, box the witches in, and try to get us to sell the land that’s belonged to the witches for centuries.
I take in the determined jaw of the master vampire from the side as he drives. Too handsome for his own good with that squared-off chin and those dark eyes that can see right through you while wanting to run my finger through all of that short spikey head of hair.
His lip twist in a smirk, and my blood boils. “Get out of my mind, pureblood!”
Campania doesn’t answer, just steers the car toward the bright red flashing light atop a high-pitched rooftop that says Descallia. He drives around to the parking lot at the back and pulls up beside the employee entrance before turning the car off. Master Campania turns to me. “No funny business, or the witches at the warehouse pay for your folly, understood?”
Yes, assbag.
He laughs. “It’s master assbag to you.” He comes to a stop, and I watch as his powerful thighs and buttocks move with panther-like grace as he comes around to my side of the car. He leads me into the club and down the stairs to the lower level where even if I scream no one could hear a single word of it at all.
Chapter7
Campania
